Quicksand Fans

Starting a dedicated thread for the images I've generated via Perchance. At the moment, Perchance is the best AI generator for me - I'm glad to have learnt of its existence through cerberus, and I might have gone a little too crazy; I now have thousands of generated images; I should really get around to looking through my folders, raising my standards, and doing a merciless cull of all the images that don't meet them.

But for now, here's a selection:

Sinking Deep
As she continued to sink into the mud, she looked up nervously. "I'm getting really deep. You sure this is safe?"

Final Moments
As the mud continued to creep up her body, and consumed her shoulders, then her neck, she felt a sense of calm realisation that despite all her efforts, she was not going to escape the quicksand. All she could do was compose herself, and look up at the sky, waiting for the end.

This Feels Good
At first, she wasn't sure if she would ever understand her boyfriend's quicksand fetish, but as she continued to sink deeper, she was starting to realise how much pleasure she was getting from the experience.

"Oh... this feels good," she whispered to herself, as the quicksand started to lick at her crotch. "How deep is this stuff?"

Going Deeper
"Would you like me to sink... deeper?" she purred at the camera, as the quicksand claimed more of her body, and rose above her heaving chest.

Little did she know that in a matter of minutes, her pleasure would be rapidly replaced by peril, panic, and a desperate struggle for survival.

Please Hurry
It was too late for her. Even though help was on its way, she knew that they wouldn't be able to reach her in time. The quicksand was just beneath her chin, and she was still sinking at an alarming speed.

"Please hurry," she softly whimpered, as the quicksand continued to rise around her upturned face.

Oops, should have checked this thread before I posted on the other. Still, another very nice set with some good variety. Know what you mean about the "thousands of generated images", at he start you want to keep everything because it is all new, but that soon wears off and you settle for keeping almost everything! I tended to use Windows Photos app to view a set while the next is generating, that allows you to delete images if they are not up to scratch (too many fingers etc).

Another batch of images from Perchance:

Smile
"I hope you're enjoying this view right now," she said to the camera, as she continued to sink deeper into the quicksand.

Her breasts briefly settled on the soft, oozing surface, before the mud continued to rise, subtly pushing them upwards, then started to swallow them. "I never imagined this could feel so wonderful."

"Get a good look, because it won't be long before I go under." She licked her lips and smiled. "You have no idea how turned on I am right now thinking about it."

In The Beach
As her waist sank into the quicksand, she looked up at her boyfriend, who had been watching her in stunned silence, and smiled seductively. "Now do you understand why I enjoy this stuff so much? If you thought that was intense, wait until my breasts sink into this stuff."

Too Late?
"Hang in there! Help is almost here!"

"It's too late." She fought back tears as she continued to sink deeper. She was already up to her chin in the quicksand; she knew it was only a matter of time.

"You've done your best; I should have been more careful." She tilted her head upwards, looking straight up into the eyes of her would-be rescuer, as the mud oozed into her ears. "I would have wanted to get to know you better," she whispered softly, as she continued to be steadily devoured by the relentless sucking mud. She could feel it reaching the corners of her mouth.

Moments later, with a final plaintive gasp, the last of her face vanished beneath the quivering mire. The last thing she saw, just before the mud poured over her face and forced her to close her eyes, was a glimpse of a rope...

Mistaken Identity
As her chest sank into the quicksand, she fought to ignore the blend of emotions coursing through her body. She was mostly horrified, but also extremely offended and indignant at the fact that she might end up drowning today simply because she had been mistaken for someone else. At the same time, with every centimetre of her body that was consumed by the mud, there was an undercurrent of... erotic pleasure?

"I told you (gasp), I'm not Quicky Sanders, I have no idea who she is. Do... do all Asians look the same to you?!"

Secluded Shore
The quicksand was already up to her breasts, and with every tiny movement she made, she sank a little more. She started to get nervous.

"H-Hey, you said I would feel the bottom eventually, right?"

She tried her best to continue smiling for the camera, even as she continued sinking. After all, she was a professional. The sooner the shoot was done, the sooner they would pull her out... right?

A new round of images, with little vignettes from me.

Unprepared
She had successfully infiltrated the facility, found the documents, and transmitted the data to her team. All she had to do was slip out, and make it to the extraction point without being noticed.

Her team had been prepared for all sorts of possible obstacles, traps, and adversaries. Everything had gone according to plan. It had all seemed so easy. Perhaps too easy, she thought briefly, as she squeezed through a gap in the perimeter fence.

What she wasn't prepared for though, was for her planned route to transform into a treacherous deathtrap after the recent heavy rains. It did not take long for her progress through the mud to be halted by a soft, deep spot.

She wriggled helplessly, as bit by bit, her body was swallowed up by the thick, viscous ooze. As seasoned and experienced as she was with dealing with dangerous situations, this was her first experience sinking in quicksand. She had to suppress the urge to scream for help, since that would obviously alert the guards.

Instead, she radioed her team, and trying her best to stay calm, informed them of her predicament. There had to be a change of plans. No more swift, speedy escape by boat - her teammates would have to arrive ahead of schedule, disembark, and slowly and carefully make their way to her location on foot, avoiding detection by the surveillance systems all along, while taking care not to get trapped in quicksand themselves. She would have to wait patiently, trying her best not to struggle, as more of her body was submerged in the sucking mire.

Would she be able to hang on and avoid going under until her teammates arrived? Or was this going to be her final mission?

Fatal Error
As she continued to sink, she realised, to her horror, that the rope had snapped. "Oh no, I should have used the new rope instead", she said to herself, as she tried to reach for the edge of the pit. But all she could do was give a single futile cry for help before the mud poured over her upturned face, and she was completely engulfed by the quicksand.

The Activist
Ever since she was an undergraduate, she had studied this area of mangroves and mudflats. And for the last few years, she had been one of the most vocal and most prominent critics of the development project that threatened to destroy this critical ecosystem. So when several masked men grabbed her off the street, and bundled her into a van, she was not too surprised, even as she feared for her own safety. But she did not expect to be driven to her study site, and unceremoniously shoved off an embankment into the mud below.

This was not her first time in quicksand, having been stuck on multiple occasions before. She knew better than to struggle. But even as she tried her best to stay still, she was steadily sinking; her captors had selected one of the softest, most dangerous spots, an area where she never ventured without lots of rope and a strong teammate.

The men watched as she sank. Even if she caved in to their demands and agreed to stop her campaigning, she did not trust them. She was sure that they wouldn't keep to their word, and were all too willing to let the sucking sludge do the dirty work for them.

As her breasts were swallowed up by the quicksand, she bit her lip and tried her best not to burst into tears. What an ironic twist, she thought to herself, that the place that she had dedicated so much of her life towards studying and protecting, would end up being her doom.

Crazy Ex
"Come on, I've moved on since then, why can't you? Besides, you're the one who dumped me, now you're unhappy that I'm fine without you, and don't want you back?"

It had been more than a year since she had seen her ex-boyfriend. She had been enjoying herself along a quiet, secluded stretch of beach while on vacation, when to her great surprise (and consternation), he suddenly showed up. What a coincidence, she had thought, but not too surprising. After all, back when they had first gotten together, they had gone on a holiday, visited this same beach, and made out here.

But a polite, guarded conversation took a turn for the worse when he tried to embrace and kiss her. She rebuffed his advances, but he did not take it well, and she realised that she had to get away from him. As he chased her, she ended up fleeing in the wrong direction, towards an area of treacherously soft silt and mud.

She had no choice but to plead for him to save her, but he simply stood there at the edge, staring at her angrily as she steadily sank deeper and deeper. "Please, I'm begging you, I need you to pull me out of this." She whimpered as the mud steadily flowed up and around her breasts, as if she was being greedily devoured by the sucking ooze. She wasn't sure what was worse, sinking and submerging in quicksand, or the fact that he seemed willing to just watch her sink and do nothing.

Intrusion of Privacy
"Hi there! I thought I was the only person who knew about this spot."

She wasn't expecting someone else to stumble upon her while she was clad only in her underwear, sinking in a pit of oozing quicksand. She was sure she was blushing, and tried to hide her embarrassment; she had been moaning really loudly just moments before. She gasped as the mud licked at her breasts, and felt another wave of pleasure course through her body.

"Oooh..." Her body trembled involuntarily, and she felt she was so close to having an orgasm. But she remembered that she was in the midst of trying to initiate a friendly conversation.

"Oh... oh wow that was intense! I... I didn't know there were other people here who were interested in this stuff. I hope I didn't churn it up too much. Or... would you like to join me?" She smiled seductively, and bit her lower lip, still a little shy, but also very turned on by the prospect of having a sinking partner.

Love the stories and the swimsuits! Keep up the good work!

Jinn wrote:Love the stories and the swimsuits! Keep up the good work!

Thanks Jinn! There are so many more images I've generated over the past few months, sometimes it's just a matter of picking the right one, looking at it long enough, and in a way, letting the digitally created damsel in the image come to life (in my head), and telling her story.

My chosen images and short stories for today:

The Whistleblower
Unfortunately for her, her boss had found out that she was the one who had reported him to the authorities.

He had asked to meet with her to discuss urgent work matters over lunch at a nearby restaurant. But when she got into his car, he locked the doors, drove her to an abandoned sand quarry in a secluded area outside the city, then pushed her. She had slid down a slope, and plunged right into a pit of damp sand, formed by rainwater that had percolated into the ground and flowed beneath the surface. How naïve I was, she thought to herself, as her waist sank into the soft sand.

"Do you really want to add murder to your list of charges?" she said to him, feeling the anger rising within her. At the same time, she was desperately trying not to show fear and desperation, as more of her body steadily disappeared in the quicksand.

Change of Heart
She thought she had done her research. She thought she had everything prepared.

As she stepped into the quivering bog, and let the mud consume her body, all she could think about was the overwhelming pleasure she felt as the soft clay licked at her most sensitive areas.

But as her mind cleared after an intense orgasm, she realised she had made a very rookie mistake, and a fatal error.

She had forgotten to unpack and secure the rope. The quicksand had already swallowed up her breasts, and was now steadily climbing up towards her shoulders. Soon it would devour the rest of her, if she didn't manage to find a way out.

Struggling to free her hands from the sucking ooze, she fought to reach the edge before she went completely under...

Complicated Emotions
She tried her best to smile for the camera, while fighting the swell of emotions rising within her. There was the primal panic, the fear of drowning in quicksand. But there was also the wave of erotic pleasure, as the mud softly sucked and lapped at the most intimate areas of her body. Do it for the viewers, she told herself. She hoped that her assistant had prepared a sturdy rope; that would be her only lifeline once the mire had completely consumed her.

Self-sacrifice
"They'll catch you if you don't hurry, just go! I'm in too deep to be saved..."

They had finally managed to escape, and ran through the barren wasteland, hoping to flee their former captors. But they were on foot, lost, and exhausted, and it was not long before they realised that they were being pursued.

Then to make matters worse, her best friend slipped, and fell into a treacherous quagmire.

At first, she had leaned over and tried to pull her friend out. It seemed to work, until she lost her footing, and tumbled in as well. They were both stuck, and sinking deep.

As they both struggled, she made the decision to help push her friend closer to the edge, allowing her to get a grip on firmer ground and pull herself out. But the effort had only hastened her own descent, and now she was on the verge of going under in the sucking mire.

She shed a few tears as the mud steadily swallowed her shoulders, her neck, and then gently lapped at her chin.

"Don't look back. Just run!"

They exchanged tearful goodbyes, then her friend fled, and was soon out of sight. She closed her eyes, hoping that she had made the right decision, and surrendered herself to the quicksand...

First-timer
"So... I'm going to pretend to drown in a muddy puddle, and people will pay for videos of that?"

Modelling swimsuits and lingerie and photoshoots for stock images were alright and a regular source of income, but she was getting bored. She had started doing latex and bondage photoshoots and videos a few months ago, and while she was initially uncomfortable and awkward, the money was good, and she was becoming very popular.

When another more experienced model she looked up to as a mentor suggested that she branch out and work with some quicksand video producers, she laughed it off at first. Quicksand? That's such a weird thing to get turned on by, she had thought to herself. Still, she accepted the invitation to meet with a highly respected mud and quicksand video producer. Over brunch and coffee, and a long chat, and reassurances that they would prioritise her own safety, welfare, and comfort level, she agreed to give it a try.

And so, for her very first quicksand shoot, she put on a shiny skintight spandex bodysuit, and carefully walked into a pool filled to the brim with brown, viscous mud. "This actually feels nice," she said to herself. She shyly looked up at the camera and the crew, watching her as she sank. She looked down again at the mud, seemingly transfixed by the sight of her own body steadily disappeared from sight. With both her hands buried, it was not long before she started touching herself, and she started moaning with pleasure and delight.

As she sank to her breasts, she shuddered involuntarily and screamed as she had one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Several minutes later, she screamed and shivered again as she had yet another orgasm, moments before her face vanished beneath the surface...

Several hours later, by the time the shoot wrapped up for the day, she had discovered that she too was one of those with a quicksand fetish.

65sinking wrote:There are so many more images I've generated over the past few months, sometimes it's just a matter of picking the right one, looking at it long enough, and in a way, letting the digitally created damsel in the image come to life (in my head), and telling her story.

This is the way.
I’ve filed away thousands of generated images since I started using AI in the summer. Most are garbage but I hang on to them because I sometimes I go back and find one I initially overlooked and give it a second chance. I just don’t want to be one of those guys who posts so much stuff that I can’t even take the time to give them a title let alone write a story for them. Quality over quantity wins the day.

65sinking wrote:Starting a dedicated thread for the images I've generated via Perchance. At the moment, Perchance is the best AI generator for me - I'm glad to have learnt of its existence through cerberus, and I might have gone a little too crazy; I now have thousands of generated images; I should really get around to looking through my folders, raising my standards, and doing a merciless cull of all the images that don't meet them.

What Jinn said. When you realise you can churn out infinite images, you begin to feel like a hack for not at least putting the effort to curate the outputs. I don't feel inclined to continue to create a lot of AI work because now anyone can do the same thing with the exact same appearance. Now that we're past the pioneering stage with our QS fetish, the challenge is in creating more unique work with the tools that we have.

Viridian wrote:

65sinking wrote:Starting a dedicated thread for the images I've generated via Perchance. At the moment, Perchance is the best AI generator for me - I'm glad to have learnt of its existence through cerberus, and I might have gone a little too crazy; I now have thousands of generated images; I should really get around to looking through my folders, raising my standards, and doing a merciless cull of all the images that don't meet them.

What Jinn said. When you realise you can churn out infinite images, you begin to feel like a hack for not at least putting the effort to curate the outputs. I don't feel inclined to continue to create a lot of AI work because now anyone can do the same thing with the exact same appearance. Now that we're past the pioneering stage with our QS fetish, the challenge is in creating more unique work with the tools that we have.

I know what you mean. After playing with AI generation for about 3 months, the honeymoon period has kind of ended for me; I'm no longer so indiscriminate when it comes to sorting out what I choose to save and what I delete.

I personally think you've done a lot to push the envelope to see what AI can do. I've been a great fan of your writing ever since you started posting on the old Deep Sinking forum (I commented on many of your stories under an old nickname, and lurked in this forum under that old nickname up until recently), and I still think it's your strongest talent - the dabbling in illustration and AI-generated images were a bonus to the awesome written content you've produced and shared. That makes you stand out from so many of the other people on some of the platforms who have generated and shared a torrent of (frankly sometimes substandard) images.

One of the ways the craft can grow, in my opinion, is to use AI-generated images to enhance storytelling, regardless of whether it takes the form of a few sentences or a few thousand words. But then again, I have always been better at writing than drawing, so maybe I'm biased. And to be honest, I think your Quicksand Studies series was what sort of led me to start doing little vignettes for the stuff I've selected and posted.